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grandmas treasure



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At the bottom of her garden
was grandmas treasure trove
it was buried in a hole
at least that was what were told

we kids all went there daily
to see what they could find
at the bottom of her garden
they left their world behind

some said she hid her treasures
pots of gold and dust
some said it was a measure
of all her love and trust

we looked beneath the apple trees
the gooseberry bushes too
but all we found was nettles
along with slow worms and a shoe

they say that grandma Alice
was rich in tales of lore
she sang her hymns there daily
believed in love not war

she was a salvation soldier
with bonnet on her hair
she sat in gods own citadell
thats where yould find her there

on sundays she would tell us
that jesus christ was king
her words were kind and open
you should have heard her sing

we never found that pot of gold
beneath the orchard trees
we discovered love and thruth instead
the searching made us free

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